If they auctioned my heart on The Sale of the Century, would it still be
There at the end of the show? Would the Quizmaster-man call it a booby
Prize, 'cos nobody wanted to know.
If they auctioned my heart would you
Open the bidding? Or would you stand at the back and blend into the crowd?
When the hammer comes down, would you still be around to watch me going,
Going, I'm gone.
I've gone Yvonne. You're left alone. You'll find my keys on the table. I
Never wrote a goodbye note. I didn't think I'd be able, to put down the
Way, I've been feeling, deep inside me the
Brakes are squealing. But I've never done
A hit and run, but Yvonne I've gone, away.
When the hammer comes down will you still be around? To watch me going,
Going, gone. I've gone again. I've gone Yvonne. You're left alone
You'll find my keys on the table. I never wrote
A goodbye note, I didn't think I'd be able to put down the way I've been
Feeling, deep inside me the brakes are squealing.
But I've never done a hit and run but
Yvonne I've gone, away. If they auctioned my heart
On The Sale of the Century, please try to make sure that you are there.
'Cos Lot 59 is this old heart of mine and it's going, going, nowhere.
I've gone Yvonne, you're left alone, you'll find my keys on the table. I
Never wrote a goodbye note, I didn't think I'd be able, to put down the way
I've been feeling. Deep inside me the
Brakes are squealing, but I've never done
A hit and run but Yvonne I've gone, away.
